It had been a slow night, but finally, it was 9:45 — Only 15 minutes ’til I could lock up. The last customer had left over an hour ago. I guess most people have better things to do on a Friday evening than laundry, and normally I would too; but toni

I dance with my eyes closed, sliding my hips back and forth to the rock ‘n’ roll beat, moving my shoulders and my head and letting my long, black hair flick wildly around me. Some of the girls watch themselves in the mirror, look beyond the drooling

Lauren Caulder sat at the conference table, her slim form held straight, her manicured hands clasped in front of her. Her thoughts strayed from the budget plan being discussed at her consulting firm, and she examined the gold buttons on her blazer wi

I have to tell you about a most interesting party I attended. Even though I absolutely ‘loathe’ large social events, I’d promised my friend that I’d attend her New Year’s Eve festivities. But this was to be far worse than a normal, boring cocktail af

I step into our bedroom where you lay on our bed, lounging and relaxed in your favorite blue plaid boxers. An arm draped luxuriously behind your head as a pillow, while the ankles of your feet lay crossed.

Normally, I’m a very reserved woman – no one who knows me would imagine that I could take a teenage boy by the hand and lead him into my bedroom with the full intent of seducing him. But that’s exactly what happend. He seemed grateful not to have to

Things like this don’t happen to me. I got home late and was drunk from the scent of you. It was all over me. I could smell you on my clothes, on my hands. Your intoxicating maleness filled my head, swelling it until I was reeling with arousal. I cou

I felt him calling to me across the miles of green forest, past the border of the still, deep lake that lay between us, and realized I had no choice–I must go to him. Snow, like white lace, embroidered the boughs of the evergreens as I passed; and t

Fear. The censor. Always a voice saying, Don’t let go; that sends me to a farther room, to watch; intimacy sacrificed, passion strangled and forbidden. The weight of control exhausts me. I would relinquish it-if I knew how. I am confounded by the n

When the dream began I was first aware, not of sights, but of sounds–low voices and laughter. In front of me, huge shapes, dark and vague, floated in a rolling mist. I realized I was standing at the edge of an ancient forest. The trees towered above

I was at the end of my rope. My job had taken over my nights and days until my personal life was nonexistent. The stress was beginning to take its toll. For weeks, I’d been plagued by bouts of insomnia followed by a parade of vague, disturbing nightm